James Perch

[Lil Rugrat]
This song's about the boy who's never serious
I said I'd be a teacher, they say I'm just delirious
I always catch my dreams, and that's what makes me furious
I never used to try , but now I'm making millions
I wanna thank my manager for giving me the drive
Without you in my life, I feel so alive
You're the worst human being I've ever fucking met
If I ever choose you, in the end I choose death

A boy is a boy, until he's a man
Trying to leave Dubai with this exit plan
Ain't coming back to this empty can
Leaving Dubai with this exit plan

Off to Stoke and I reach
Imma teacher, gotta teach
I'm on the edge, I'm on the verge
'boutta score belters like James Perch

[Baze]
I'm scoring belters like James Perch
When I’m on my drugs, I need me some Ainsworth
I wish my mama never gave birth
I’m so fucking done, I can’t with these fake hoes
I’m so picky, I would dump her for her strange toes
But I got a good heart, only Lord knows
Wait, baby hold that thought, let me overdose
Gotta take a quick trip to the Comoros

I'm riding in my city with a yellow Lamborghini
Where’s your bitch? Yeah she with me
Downin' all my drugs like Whitney
And I’m smokin' like a chimney
And I’m chokin' now I’m dizzy
Got my eye on you like Fetty
Countin' hoes I goes plenty
But these hoes fuckin' petty

Get your holy cross, I got Matt Ritchie
These bitches come and go, need one daily
That's why I hand them off, hit em' and pass em' off
Bitches calling'me a player, but I laugh it off